The king’s voice was now less snakelike and more factual. “You and I are rather well matched. I believe we shall both get what we want from this alliance.”
Lash turned and faced the guy. “This male, the one you want dead, where do I find him.”
“The timing must be correct. Timing…is everything.”
Rehvenge watched Ehlena put her clothes back on, and though getting her back into that uniform wasn’t exactly what he wanted, the show of her bending over and slowly smoothing her stockings up her leg wasn’t half-bad.
Not. At. All.
She laughed as she picked her bra up and twirled it around her finger. “Can I put this on now?”
“Absolutely.”
“You going to make me take my time again?”
“I just figured there was no rush on the hose.” He smiled like the wolf he was feeling like. “I mean, those things run, don’t they-Oh, fuck me…”
Ehlena didn’t wait for him to finish talking, but arched her back and pulled the bra around her torso. The little shimmy she worked as she reclasped it in the front made him pant…and that was before she drew the straps over her shoulders, leaving the cups wedged under her breasts.
She came over to him. “I’ve forgotten how to work it. Can you help?”
Rehv growled and pulled her in close, sucking one nipple into his mouth and working the other with his thumb. Just as she gasped, he flipped the cups into place.
“I’m glad to be your lingerie engineer, but, you know, it looked better off you.” As he jogged his eyebrows at her, her laugh was so free and easy his heart stopped. “I like that sound.”
“And I like making it.”
She stepped into her uniform and pulled it up and then fastened its buttons.
“Pity,” he said.
“You want to know something silly? I wore this even though I don’t have to go to work tonight.”
“Did you? Why?”
“I wanted to keep things professional, and yet here I am, thrilled that it didn’t work out that way.”
He stood up and took her into his arms, not worried at all about being totally naked now. “Count me in on the thrilled part.”
He kissed her softly, and as they parted, she said, “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
Rehv tucked her hair behind her ears. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Working.”
“When do you get off?”
“Four.”
“Be here?”
She didn’t pause. “Yes.”
As they walked out of the bedroom and through the library, he said, “I’m going to see my mother now.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, she called me and asked to see me. She never does that.” It felt so right to be sharing details of his life. Well, some of them, at any rate. “She’s been trying to make me more spiritual, and I’m hoping this isn’t a bid to get me on some kind of retreat.”
“What do you do, by the way? For work?” Ehlena laughed. “I know so little about you.”
Rehv fixated on the view of the city over her shoulder. “Oh, a lot of different things. Mostly in the human world. I have only my mother to take care of, now that my sister is mated.”
“Where’s your father?”
In the cold grave, where the fucker belonged. “He’s passed.”
“I’m sorry.”
Ehlena’s warm eyes made a shot of what sure as shit felt like guilt go through his chest. He didn’t regret killing his old man; he was sorry that he was obscuring so much from her.
“Thanks,” he said stiffly.
“I don’t mean to pry. About your life or your family. I’m just curious, but if you’d prefer-”
“No, it’s just…I don’t talk about myself much.” Wasn’t that the truth. “Is that…is that a cell phone ringing?”
Ehlena frowned and broke away. “Mine. In my coat.”
She loped off into the dining room, and the tension in her voice as she answered was apparent. “Yes? Oh, hi! Yeah, no, I-Now? Of course. And the funny thing is I won’t need to go change into my uniform because-Oh. Yes. Uh-huh. Okay.”
He heard the phone clip shut as he got to the dining room’s archway. “Everything all right?”
“Ah, yeah. Just work.” Ehlena came over while pulling her coat on. “It’s nothing. Probably just staffing stuff.”
“You want me to drive you over?” God, he would love to take her to work, and not just because they could be together a little longer. A male wanted to do things for his female. Protect her. See to her-
Okay, what the fuck? It wasn’t that he didn’t like the thoughts he was having about her, but it was as if someone had switched his CD. And no, it wasn’t to Barry fucking Manilow.